skip to main | skip to sidebar

what we have done

Monday, January 12, 2009

Every seven years
the body becomes
new on a cellular level.

For each second inside
of us there are little
births we cannot recover.
Posted by caroline at 9:43 PM
Labels: poetry, thesis

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

friends

  • ugly duckling presse
  • the corresponding society
  • small anchor press
  • jared patterson
  • stephanie willis
  • mae saslaw
  • scott tomford
  • sharon clark
  • chris marco
  • proctor anderson
  • nik worthen
  • adam scott

Labels

  • poetry
  • thesis
  • prose poetry
  • prose
  • flash
  • fiction
  • writing exercise
  • whining

Blog Archive

  • ▼  2009 (13)
    • ►  March (3)
    • ►  February (6)
    • ▼  January (4)
      • And when the clearing ended into a thicket we hear...
      • Yesterday, thanks to my amazing sister and her ama...
      • There was a dialogue we used to share, there were ...
      • Every seven yearsthe body becomesnew on a cellular...
  • ►  2008 (26)
    • ►  December (3)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (3)
    • ►  September (3)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  April (3)
    • ►  March (1)
    • ►  February (5)
    • ►  January (6)
  • ►  2007 (14)
    • ►  December (8)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (5)

About Me

My photo
caroline
View my complete profile